Reality is a frame of mind Hanging on the wall What about the picture? Lying here in my bed Wake Up in dread Take my heart off the shelf Strap on my head and start walking Thinking things that I've thought before Smoke my cigarette and try to forget Today is a new day Walk thru the door past my memories, toward tomorrow Sit back and stare at the scene that is my life Say my lines then lie back Into space time Spiral back into gravity What the Fuck is wrong with me? Shifing in and out of my skin Can't escape from within Reality clings to me Won't let me into the frame of fanstasy I'm painted in broken dreams, Endlessly silent with lost hope Trapped in the canvas of reality Stuck in this dumb self portrait Dark colors to outline my anger and hate Sharp edges to punctuate my despair Harsh strokes gives me that look in my eyes Are they brown? Are they green? They're so Angry, Dirty, and Unclean The frames so bent, twisted, and spent Holding me so tight I was forced to give up the fight You can see it in the right light I look so strong but unfortunatly I'm still too weak I carry on but for seconds I'm gone Sick daydreams on my tounge I fly away, doesn't really matter where just away